I was driving across the burning desertWhen I spotted six jet planesLeaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrainIt was the hexagram of the heavensit was the strings of my guitarAmelia, it was just a false alarm

The drone of flying enginesIs a song so wild and blueIt scrambles time and seasons if it gets through to youThen your life becomes a travelogueOf picture-post-card-charmsAmelia, it was just a false alarm

People will tell you where they've goneThey'll tell you where to goBut till you get there yourself you never really knowWhere some have found their paradiseOthers just come to harmOh Amelia, it was just a false alarm

I wish that he was here tonightIt's so hard to obeyHis sad request of me to kindly stay awaySo this is how I hide the hurtAs the road leads cursed and charmedI tell Amelia, it was just a false alarm

A ghost of aviationShe was swallowed by the skyOr by the sea, like me she had a dream to flyLike Icarus ascendingOn beautiful foolish armsAmelia, it was just a false alarm

Maybe I've never really lovedI guess that is the truthI've spent my whole life in clouds at icy altitudeAnd looking down on everythingI crashed into his armsAmelia, it was just a false alarm

I pulled into the Cactus Tree MotelTo shower off the dustAnd I slept on the strange pillows of my wanderlustI dreamed of 747'sOver geometric farmsDreams, Amelia, dreams and false alarms